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#Jackob#Issac#Abraham#Iraq#Palestine#Jews#Bible#torah#torah study#histoire#history#jewish#anti zionisim#palestine#gaza#israel#free palestine#i stand with palestine#jerusalem#فلسطين
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Dear Sex Education,
As I bid you farewell, I just wanted to say how much I've enjoyed watching you. At first, I was a bit skeptical because of your title, but later, i was pleasantly surprised! You turned out to be so much more than just a show about sex. You were filled with humor, knowledge, and all the ups and downs of being a teenager and growing into an adult.
I loved how you introduced me to a bunch of amazing characters. Otis 🤪, the main character, was such a relatable and awkward teenager. He had this unique ability to give advice to his classmates about their love lives, even though he struggled with his own 😅😅. Then there's Maeve 🥺🤩, the cool and independent girl who became Otis' partner in running an underground sex therapy clinic at their school. Their friendship was something special.
And let's not forget about Eric 🤠 , Otis' best friend. He was so confident and fabulous, breaking stereotypes and being unapologetically himself. I admired his courage and the way he embraced his true identity. The show did a great job of portraying these characters and their journeys, showing us that there's so much more to people than meets the eye.
So, as I say goodbye to you, Sex Education, I want to thank you for teaching me that appearances can be deceiving and that it's important to keep an open mind. You've left a lasting impression on me, reminding me of the importance of friendship, acceptance, and the rollercoaster ride of growing up.
The school teachers, Adam, Aims and how can i forget Ruby 😍 , Ola and lily hehehehe And that swimmer dude ( he was really nice ) i loved the whole cast , i never studied in a campus like that but when i was watching the series i was feeling myself same as them even though i would never do those weird acts hehehe. I think starting netflix was not a stupid or bad decision from myside......
Yrdreamboy2805 😁
Sep 26, 23
#netflix#sex education#series#something very new for me#Otis#adam#eric#meave#jean#jackob#ola#ruby#aims#fun
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Is there anyone that would want to create crunchcraft playlist on youtube with all the vods from all of them in order? If there isn't one yet but I can't find anything. We should preserve it if we don't want to loose it
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the internet is insane
#teeth talks#i just saw someone actually say they wanted to kill karl jackobs#because he isn’t actively interacting with dream publicly#like oh my god please fucking log off and get help
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Mr. Owl headcanons time™
Bitch will kill for immortality at this point tbh
Struggles with mental health, has C-PTSD and a lot of trauma responses
(like knowing people and their moods by their footsteps)
Accidentally sneaks up on everyone all the time
Is in a relationship with Mr. Crow
They together have a small garden behind the hotel
He really enjoys cooking but doesn't do it often
His gender is Gender Convinient ™ /hj
Is kinda into crowcore/gremlin core/chaotic academia
Likes collecting oddities and taxidermy
#rusty lake headcanons#mr. owl#mr. owl headcanons#mr. crow#rusty lake hotel#rusty lake hotel headcanons#mr. owl headcanon#mr. crow headcanon#rusty lake headcanon#jackob eilander headcanon#jackob eilander headcanons#jackob eilander
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oh i am opening the slightly more expensive wine tonight
#goddd im soo excited!!!!#community movie... we did it folks#i hope they get donald glover and yvette nicole brown too#chevy chase... eh idgaf#danny pudi is a given#i need alison brie to be there (annie/abed/troy ot3 is real in my heart)#gillian jackobs and joey mchale whatever tho jeff is kinda integral to the story#hee hee gosh i cant wait#even if its shit no it isnt#also i want a paweł cameo. as a treat#text
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Same Energy is a visual search engine developed by Jackob Jackobson
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What If Twilight had a normal protag?
A/n: I also posted this on wattpad
Overview: In which y/n take on the role of Bella Swan but she doesn't act like a bloody egit.
Warnings: None, hinted Bella slander, I don't think gender is specified..maybe one sentence that readers to the reader as a girl? I spelt Jacob's name wrong on purpose
You'd never given much thought as to how you’d die, but dying in the place of someone you loved always seemed like the dumbest way to go.
Cause what do you look like taking an L as big as that for some raggedy mofo who you’re not sure would do the same for you? Even so, you don’t regret your decision to leave home. Sure, you’d miss Phoenix and your loving, erratic, and sometimes overbearing mother but she and her husband wanna travel; it’s been a while since you’ve spent time with your dad. You’ve been spending two weeks with him every summer since your parents divorced so moving in with him won’t be that big of an adjustment.
Your dad, Charlie, is the chief of police. He picked you up in a police car which was strange for you since you used to shout ACAB at them whenever they’d drive by. The drive was mostly pleasant with brief periods of comfortable silence between conversations. You enthusiastically filled your dad in on your life and he quietly listened, only speaking to ask a few questions or to let you know he was listening.
“Your hair’s longer.” He spoke.
“I cut it since the last time I saw you though”
“Oh. Guess it grew out again.” He said awkwardly
You could tell how embarrassed he was, so you started rambling about all the unique styles and colors you wanted your hair to be and how your mom never allowed you to do them.
The two of you pulled up the driveway and made your way into the house.
“I cleared off some shelves for you,” Your Dad said.
“Oh, thanks dad,” you replied with a small smile.
See, if you were whiny and ungrateful, you’d complain that there is one bathroom, but you had redeeming qualities, so you didn’t.
You stepped into your bedroom that looked just the way you left it last summer. It resembled your room at your mom’s with a few different details.
Your dad made his way downstairs and shortly after you heard a honk. You peered out your window and saw some familiar faces, so you made your way downstairs to say hi.
Your dad re-introduced you to Billy Black and Jackob then went ahead to fake a fight with Mr. Black, leaving you to get re-acquainted with Jacob. You couldn’t help but smile for the brief time the two of you talked. He was literally so cute.
Your dad made his way over to you and Jacob and asked what you thought about the old trick he was leaning against.
“This is mine!?” you asked with the most realistic smile you could muster. In truth, the truck was the ugliest fucking thing you’d ever seen. It looked older than you and the color was atrocious.
“I totally rebuilt the engine for you,” Jacob said as you ran your hands over it and lied about how perfect it was.
“I told you she’d love it! I’m down with the cool kids brah.” You heard Mr. Black say.
‘Be so fucking for real’ you thought to yourself as you entered the truck.
Jackob showed you the little tricks needed to get it started and you offered him a ride to school. Pulling up in this old piece of metal alone seems like the most embarrassing first day ever.
“Oh. I go to school on the reservation.”
You just smiled and slightly nodded in response. You’re actually going to drive to school in this old thing by yourself.
You quickly ran inside to shower and change since you just sat through a four-hour flight; then you made your way to school.
You can picture this outfit if you want.
As you parked your tired excuse of a car you noticed all the kids giggling and pointing at it.
“Nice ride.” Some kid said.
“Thanks.” You replied while side-eying him and making your way to the school building.
“Hi! You must be the new girl, y/n l/n. I’m Eric. The eyes and ears of this place. Anything you need? Tour guide, lunch date, shoulder to cry on?"
“Oh, uh hi, yeah. I’ll take you up on the tour guide offer. I’m not tryna look like a goofy ass Freshman.”
“Totally, totally. And the lunch date bit?”
“I don’t know about the date part but if you don’t mind, I'd like to sit with you at lunch. Sitting by myself is just gonna be too depressing.”
“Hey, I'll take what I can get.” He said, with an ear-to-ear smile that made his slanted eyes look closed. “I can see it now, ‘Woman with a Plan: New Girl’ that’s gonna be a sick title.
“Title for what?”
“Your feature. You’re front page, baby.”
“Mm, I don’t know about that. I mean I literally just walked through the doors.”
“Okay, cool, no feature.”
Gym sucked. You didn’t have Eric with you, and you hit some kid named Mike in the head with a ball which summoned a passive-aggressive girl named Jessica who obviously had a thing for Mike.
A/N: this is a silly goofy idea that came to mind. If it's received well I'll write more so please like and comment to lmk if I should keep writing
#edward cullen x reader#jacob black x reader#twilight x reader#twilight x y/n#bella swan#idk lmao#it's
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Ok! 27ar7ing 7o read @vitriolicperceptive2 fic rec2, 27ar7ing wi7h "honey whiskey" by abjectimpulse, 16k word2, explici7
Im no7 doing any hard anali2y2, ju27 pu77ing down my 7hough72 a2 I read and maybe my opinion of 7he whole 7hing a7 7he end
I7 go7 a bi7 long bu7 if i7 7urn2 ou7 I wro7e 7hi2 for no one I'll be pi22ed 2o plea2e read
27ar7ing of wi7h 2ome clone horror, 7he idea of being 7he clone, locked away from your own life i2 7he ba2i2 of 7he mo27 fucked up fic i've ever read (alway2 check 7he 7ag2 kid2!) 2o im hoping 7hi2 i2 a bi7 be77er
Kinda 2en2ele22 of 7he guy of making a whole a22 per2on and no7 7hink abou7 7he implica7ion2!
And 7he ha7red 27ar7ed already
Poor damn 7hing, 7he de2pera7ion hi7 him quick
"you aren7 even a real per2on" fucking owch dude
"like you u2ed 7o do when you were real"
Li77le dude go7 moved 7o 7he 2hade2 hell yeah! (No7 really) freedom of movemen7 le2 go!
Fun fac7! Roxane i2 7he be27 charac7er! No7 my favori7e ju27 7he be27
7he ang27 over here
"he's clearly not interested in dirk,...
Living in 2ervice of 2omeone el2e you're no7 100% 2ure you even like anymore i2 2uch a weird feeling, can7 imagine doing i7 for 2omeone you ha7e a2 much a2 AR doe2 here
27op making me di2like 7he2e kid2 I really really like!
Real freedom of movemen7! And a name! We're going up in 7he world
GO77A ge7 a new voicebox 7ho
Adore 7he (you 7ell your2elf) bi72 b7w, 10/10 denial over here
Robo7 buddie2!
FIGH7 FIGH7 FIGH7
OH 2HI7 7ha7 wa2 quick
Ok 7hey are defini7ely gonna fuck, kinda curiou2 on 7he how 7ho, con2idering one of 7hem i2 made of me7al and doe2n'7 have geni7al2
Oh yeah dirick i2 da7ing jackob 27ill, 7hi2 i2 infideli7y, bad
Hauell i2 in 2UCH a power 7rip rn, he kinda de2erve2 i7 bu7 MAN
He2 gonna fucking die mid 2ex
Ok, no one2 dead
"wha7 have you go77en your2elf in7o?" Good fucking que27ion buddy
Poor Roxane having 7o deal wi7h 7hem
Ye2 ignore 7he problem, 7ha7 i2 normal and gonna 2olve and well i7 2eem2 we are no7 ignoring i7 huh
Horrible rou7ine and horrible habi72
"he2 2o beau7iful when he2 dying" DUDE
2o 7he horrible rou7ine i2 horrible? Who could have 2een 7HA7 coming (<- 2ex joke becau2e 7hey are fucking rn)
REALLY? AND 7HE PLO7 I2 GONNA 27AR7 NOW???!!? NOW?!?!??
Ok we 2kipped i7 good
I feel like 2omeone fucking bi7 me
Ge77ing hi2 2hi7 7oge7her, how long 7ill i7 fall2 apar7?
I72 no7 gonna be rox buddy
Dirick c'mon dude you can7 keep people a2 backup2 like 7ha7
If you can feel 7he fabric on your 2kin 7he comfor7 i2n7 pre7end no ma77er how 2in7he7ic your 2kin i2
FIGH7 FIGH7 FIGH7
No figh7 :(
Aaaaand he give2 in, woooow 2o unexpec7ed, i7 i2 kinda 2ad how mi2erable hauell alway2 i2 7ho
"you ha7e me?" 7here2 no way you didn'7 2ee 7hi2 one coming
And 7hey are back a7 i7
Im gonna be hone27 I hope 7he dea7h i2 bloody 7ha7 would be kinda ho7
2uffoca7ion :( no blood
7hi2 i2 27ill 7he coole27 2ex 7heyve had and no one go7 off
Ki7chen knive2? Le72 go
He2 2uicidal and ha2 good 7a27e wha7 do you mean why
OH 2HI7 HELL YEAH 7HI2 IT 7HE COOLE27
did you know people have 2o 2o many organ2 and in2ide2? Hauell know2 now
I hope he ge72 2ho7 nex7 7ime
I kinda wi2h we could 2ee 2ome of 7he 2kipped one2 bu7 i ge7 i7
Ok feeling2 7ime I gue22
And 7here i7 i2!
Ju27 confe22 dude you've been fucking for a while
I feel 2o damn weird
7hi2 i2 2wee7 ac7ually, 7he 2of7 momen7 af7er all 7he blood
Hey! VP, have you ever heard of a game called "2lay 7he prince22"? I72 amazing and I 7hink youd like i7
La27 chap7er le72 go
2aaaaaaaaad
Hmmmm he... He did no7 7ake 7ha7 confe22ion a2 well a2 he could have hm
I72 ok Hal you're a charac7er in a 27ory don7 worry
Impor7an7 comver2a7ion 7ime bu7 you probably 2houldn7 be fucking during i7
He kinda de2erved i7 bu7 ok
I love 7he2e li77le adoring bi72 7woard2 life and per2onhood, being a 7roll i2 7he be27
"can'7 a guy have a li77le men7al breakdown? A2 a 7rea7?" Yeah
7AAAAAAAALLLKKKKKK
Kinda 2ad you don7 wanna cau2e 7ha7 wa2 pre77y grea7 ac7ually
He didn7 ge7 2ho7 b7w
I7 would be 2o funny if dirick didn7 like him back
Awn, he doe2 7ho
Ok final 7hough72? 10/10 didn7 7hink i7 would ge7 7ha7 fucked up and 7hen i7 did! 7he 2mu7 fucking ruled bu7 i7 wa2n7 a2 bloodied a2 i7 could've been (I wanna 2ee 7he lobo7omy!) 7he 2of7 momen72 were 2o fucking 2ad 7he2e boy2 are 2o damn de2pera7e, if I weren7 wri7ing 7hi2 i7 would've probably afec7ed me more bu7 i 27ill feel all weird af7er 7ha7, like I can feel my individual organ2 7ouching each o7her
7hank you 2o much for 7he rec now I can7 wai7 for 7he o7her2!!!
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I saw this poster for a great lineup at the No Values festival in Pomona, CA. I noticed Sublime on the bill, but it was only when I shared it with my son, Dylan, that he noted, "Sublime? Not Sublime With Rome?" Scanning the internet, I found out that Bradley Nowell's son, Jackob, has joined the band. Apparently, they are now touring as Sublime for the first time since Bradley's untimely death. On the other hand, I did not find anything suggesting that Sublime With Rome has split up. Who knows where this is all going, but it could be a fun ride. Sublime is also playing at Coachella so perhaps we will see them at Riot Fest this year.
Anyway, that was a long winded way to say that I am kicking off the weekend by Doin' Time with Sublime!
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#sublime#doin' time#sublime with rome#no values festival#coachella#riot fest#kicking off the weekend#Youtube
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Grishastuck Kaz lore post let's go boys !!!
Note: the Cancerous Insurrection did not happen so adult trolls are allowed on Alternia.
Simple stuff first! Why a Bronzeblood? It's for obvious reasons I think; he's a farm boy, it just makes sense. My choice to make him Prospit is less obvious if you only consider the explanations used in the Extended Zodiac (EZ), but I would argue that even using only that it is by far more fitting than him being Derse. Yes his persona is that of a loner but Kaz considers the big picture and does work best with others to support him. He is not a solo act, despite what the persona of Dirtyhands might suggest.
Moving on from the obvious—time for classpecting! Thief and Mind are both pretty obvious choices, but together they don't make a whole lot of sense at first. The literal interpretation would be someone who steals others' plans much like how Vriska steals the spotlight. The problem with that is Meenah, she isn't stealing wealth and prosperity as a Thief of Life. Rather, she steals using her own prosperity as the means. This is the type of Thief I made Kaz, stealing using the aspect of Mind. In my personal analysis of the classes I describe a Limiter to their power that is unique to each class, building upon the ideas of the Instrument of the Muse and the Patron of the Witch from the comics. The Limiter for the Thief is the Treasure, something which they are trying to steal whether that be something more abstract or a physical thing. Acquisition of the Treasure is the ultimate goal of the Thief, and in this case Kaz's Treasure is earning his brother's forgiveness (whether through revenge or, later on, gaining the power and security to not be vulnerable again)
Speaking of Jordie, most of Kaz's backstory here is unchanged. Dumping hoards of lowbloods into the sea as a means of getting rid of the dead is absolutely something the empire would do.
Kaz and Jordie shared a Lusus—A Blind Woofbeast, pictured below next to an adult Kaz (he is still 6 foot do not let the stylization fool you. This is a big dog.)
(I modeled their Lusus after a sheepdog, it felt appropriate given the agrarian background and Kaz's affection for dogs)
The Ritvel brothers moved to the city after the death of their Lusus with the hope of making enough money to evade the draft. Things seemed to be going well, they were taken in by a retired off-world merchant named Jackob Herzon who ended up being the leader of the inter-world gang known as the Deci-lions; Pekkah Rolins. Kaz's time on the Reaper's barge is made worse by the sun burning away at his flesh. He ends up forming a cocoon of corpses to hide away from the painful light of the sun, though he has plenty of burn scars from where the light managed to peek through his makeshift roof of bodies.
Kaz ends up joining the Dregs, a gang run by a nobody jade by the name of Mr. Haskel who lives off-world and spends most of their hard-earned credits drinking away, much to the dismay of everyone who works for him. He still insists on calling their symbol an "ominous squawk-beast" like some sort of low blood pauper. Since Kaz took control everyone in the gang knows the tattoo to be of a crow and cup. Not a fucking squawk-beast and a chalice.
Kaz keeps his blood color anonymous for fairly obvious reasons, while hemo-heirarchy is less of a factor in the underbellies of society it would undermine his reputation just as much, if not moreso, as being found out as being from the country. There are plenty of rumors about Dirtyhands's blood, that he doesn't have any, that if you slice him open he'd bleed harbor water, that he's an indigo playing dress-up in the barrel. All of them serve him decently enough. The problem with his blood comes as his 9th sweep is approaching, while he can easily avoid the draft by this point the matter of his eyes is horrifyingly out of his control. Without a serious influx of credits the only option he has is to blind himself, at least until a councilman approaches him with a job offer from the empire. A job with a payout too big to pass up, even if the task at hand is impossible.
#digital art#fanart#my art crap#six of crows#homestuck#kaz brekker#soc#grishaverse#homestuck au#soc au#soc fanart#soc fandom#six of crows duology#kaz brekker fanart#grisha#the grishaverse#grishastuck#hs au#fantroll
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Between A Wolf and A Hard Place Chapter 3
Characters: Jake Jensen, Captain Syverson, Reader
Pairings: Jake Jensen x Reader
Word count: 1522
Type: angst and fluff
Summary: After sending Sy away with a broken ego, Jake tells you the back ground of why there is tension between them.
Author’s Note: Not the same AU as my other story Blinded by the Fog. Am basing Jake and the Losers theater of operations based on the comics, not so much the movie. Thank you to @longlineofcrazy and @adulting-sucks for the support, and HUGT thank you to @jvanilly for giving me the final puzzle piece to complete this tale, over a year after I had abandoned it. And also for the editing where she caught a stupid mistake that would have changed the whole tale.
Ask Box: Open
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“Jackob!” you admonish as you jump from the porch and place yourself between the two men, your hand out towards Jensen to try to stop him from further strikes, despite your eyes on the man cradling his jaw. You watch the animosity flare across Sy’s face.
“You should probably leave, James,” you offer, your voice turned icy, not wanting this to escalate any further. You back up until your palm comes in contact with the familiar planes of Jensen’s chest. You feel his heart pounding as Sy stands straight and nods at you before walking to his truck.
You stay in that very position until the truck rumbles out of sight. It’s only then you turn to Jake, who is still staring past you, where the truck disappeared from view. You reach for his fist, trying to draw him back to you. When he denies you with an unsettling jerk of his arm, you simply walk into his space, wrapping your arms around his solid torso. It’s only then you realize you are trembling, feeling very unsure. You bury your face into his chest, letting out a shaky breath.
"Pumpkin," Jensen mutters softly against your head, his arms finding their way around you as he begins to relax.
The adrenaline in your system starts to dissipate and you fight back against the whirl of emotions that floods you and your brain. You swallow loudly. "You gonna tell me what the fuck that was about?" You didn’t like the way your voice sounded, too tight, too emotional.
Jake kisses your temple, his lips lingering there for a moment longer before he answers. "Yeah."
You allow him to lead you into your home, shutting and locking the door behind you. You find yourself on the couch, your hand clenched between both of his as he takes a shaky breath.
“A few years ago,” he starts....
Early in his military career, Jake arrived at his apartment just before 6 in the morning, after an exhaustive training session in the backwoods of North Carolina. The Drill Sergeants had kept the new recruits up all night on a last minute training exercise. He wanted a shower and a nap but most importantly he wanted to make sure his twin sister had gotten in safely the night before. She had come to town to celebrate their 25th birthday together, and the Fort Bragg trainers neglected to check with Jake if he had any plans for the weekend before dropping a surprise birthday gift for him.
Leaving his gear inside the front door, Jake wandered towards the dimly lit, pre-dawn hallway to check to see if Jo was there. He heard the toilet flush so he waited by the bathroom door to check on what the plan might be for the day before trying to nap.
The door opened and before Jake could open his mouth he quickly realized it wasn’t his sister he was about to greet. A giant broad, bearded, naked man stepped out from the bathroom, a man he would later learn the name of.
Instinctually, Jake reached for his sidearm. “Who the fuck are you?" he snarled at the man who looked just as surprised to see him. Although he was naked, his close shorn hair and the way his body reacted to Jake’s presence made him think the man was Army.
“Oh fuck," the brute exclaims, his hands shooting up in front of himself. “Dude. She didn’t mention a husband.”
Releasing a heavy sigh, Jake realized his sister probably picked this guy up in town and brought him back here. Later she would confess to him that she brought Sy back to Jake’s place so if he did murder her, at least her family would find her. How could an older brother argue with that logic... except for the whole picking up a fucking stranger to FUCK IN HIS GUEST BEDROOM portion.
“Not her husband. Her brother, jackass,” he growled, dropping the gun to his side. His tired mind began to wander as he stared at the man, trying to figure out if he knew him. He didn’t realize his eyes had wandered too until the other man cleared his throat.
“Not really looking for a 2 for one sale, bud.”
Jake’s attention snapped back and he realized he was making eye contact with Sy’s junk.
“Right so, yeah…good night."
Without another glance at the other man, Jake headed back to the kitchen. As the door shut to his guest room, he scribbled a note on the kitchen table for Jo to find when she woke, instructing her to let him sleep a few hours before they headed out to celebrate. He kindly asked her to make sure her new found friend left and took nothing with him.
That was the first time the men met but it was far from the last. Because of the small world that is the Special Forces of the US Army, the two of them had been sent on missions together when their teams were the best for the job. It was the last time they encountered each other, before Jake met you, that finally drove your beloved over the edge.
He was out with the Losers one night, at the bar, oddly enough the one where the two of you met. Jake was a few beers in and the rest of the team had challenged him to talk to the pretty girl in the corner whom he had been not so subtly glancing at since she walked in with her friends a few hours earlier. Bolstered by his liquid courage and his friends' bets that he couldn't get her to take him home, Jake straightened his Farscape themed t-shirt and headed over to her.
Her name is immaterial to the story at hand but Jake called her Claire. Sweet semi shy girl who seemed to be into him, and Jake actually thought he had a shot with her.
Your Jake sits on your couch in the here and now, covering his face with his hands for a moment. “I can’t believe I’m actually telling you a story about trying to pick up another woman.”
You gently pull at the wrist of the hand closest to you, and lean your face down to catch his attention. One blue eye peers at you through the lens of his glasses. You smiled softly at him, kissing his cheek gently in encouragement. “‘s ok, love, please continue.”
Chasing your lips for a quick kiss, Jake takes your hand in his and continues. “Right....”
After about 20 minutes of flirty and suggestive banter with Claire, Jake had wandered to the bar to grab them both fresh drinks. As he waited to get close enough to be helped, he kept looking over his shoulder at her, smiling and trying to make sure she hadn’t bolted. Him saying that last part broke your heart a little for Jake. You know your boyfriend didn’t always have the best confidence with women, you had witnessed it yourself during your courtship. And you had witnessed the other Losers not exactly bolstering his self-image at times. You squeeze his hand, silently asking him to continue.
Once Jake reached the bar to place his order, he leaned across the wooden top to be heard over the noise. By the time the bartender placed the two glasses in front of him and he turned around, Jake watched his girl walk out the front door with Syverson’s arm across her shoulders, guiding her. As the other Captain squeezed her shoulder and gently shepherded her to step in front of him, Jake saw Sy look at him over his shoulder with a smirk and a half ass wink, which actually looked like a fucking blink.
“Motherfucker can’t even wink right,” Jake grouses softly to you, making you giggle at your boyfriend’s commentary about a moment that had to have been devastating and uncomfortable. And although you had not had the pleasure of seeing James’ wink ability, you lean into Jake with howls of laughter at the image in your mind. As you giggle-snort into his chest you feel Jake relax and begin to softly chuckle with you. His arms wrap around you and gently rock, the tension flowing from you both with each happy noise.
You reach up to wipe at the tears in the corner of your eye before cupping his cheek, making him look at you. “Baby I love you, you know that. And not just because you can wink right.” You whisper that last bit across his lips, your other hand clutching at his shirt, so glad to have him home and back in your arms. “And I’m actually glad James took Claire off your hands.” You continue to peck little kisses on his lips, and over his stubbled face.
“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes half closed and his lips in a half a smile.
Opening your eyes, you look at your beau, softly smiling at him. “You might be on Claire’s couch right now instead of this one.” Crawling into his lap, you smirk as you push him to lean back against the far arm. Jake’s smile matches yours as his hands cement to your hips, dragging you against him as you kiss him again.
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#jake jensen fanfiction#jake jensen x reader#jake jensen fluff#jake jensen angst#the losers fanfiction#captain syverson#captain syverson fanfiction
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Takin The Paradise Line
Three and Jackob
#art#dibujo#digitalart#original character#arte#dibujodigital#sonic oc#artedigital#oc rp#sonic the hedgehog#artwork#digital art#drawdrawdraw#sonic#sonic fan character#fan character#train#tren#dibujo digital#hedgehog oc#hedgehog#sonic the hedehog#oc male#ocs#oc art#oc#digital artwork
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Jorerny o clock
With flipper the primate and dog-jackob
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Trochę o książce Mroza (i generalnie o jego fabułach) i trochę o najbliższych planach projektowo-artystycznych
08 stycznia 2024
Nadal nie napisałam BIO.
Ale odzyskałam właściwy dystans do tematu - przecież na zajęciach z budowania własnej marki w kilka sekund wiedziałam co i jak o sobie powiedzieć, nie pojawiały się wątpliwości czy niepewność. Okay, zgadzam się, jest to prezentacja kilku swoich cech, ale o to chodzi w BIO! To nie musi dorastać do ubrania w kilka zdań złożoności psychiki ludzkiej z jej niuansami!
Myślę, że zrobię draft dziś.
A póki co szykuję się w poniedziałkowy poranek do pracki - wstaliśmy raniutko by zrobić ciepłą owsiankę (dla mojego partnera do pracy też), a spaliśmy jedynie 5h, bo wczoraj wsiąknęliśmy w puzzle. Puzzle naprawdę są siłką dla szarych komórek: wpadam w trans układając je (gdybym przy prasowaniu miała takie doznania, ech) i zupełnie jakoś przypadkiem wpadają mi do głowy rozwiązania innych problemów (np: napisania BIO).
Słuchamy do puzzli książki Mroza "Światła w popiołach" - to moje pierwsze spotkanie z serią o patologu Sewerynie (tak, zaczęłam od 5 tomu), ale po sympatii wobec Forsta i Chyłki (a raczej tekstów Chyłki i dynamiki między nią, a Kordianem, które mnie doprowadzały do chichotu na głos przy czytaniu "Widmo Brockenu" xD, niektóre teksty zaimportowałam do użycia codziennego wobec mojego faceta) dałam szansę Sewerynowi, bo mój chłopak, który w zeszłym roku chyba przeczytał wszystkie dostępne serie Mroza mniej-więcej i tak mi streścił fabułę - miał potrzebę zorganizowania burzy mózgów na tematy moralne/etyczne/społeczne poruszane w książkach, więc musiał nakreślić kontekst. To bardzo fajna sprawa, jak książka swędzi w mózg.
Wracając - "Światła w popiołach" to nie kryminał. To kurwa romans, i to głupi jak polskie komedie romantyczne xD. Z wątkiem kryminalnym w tle, który jest pretekstem do prowadzenia podkręconej napięciem seksualnym i poczuciem "zakazanej miłości", takiej "pełnej przeciwności losu". Ilość moich facepalmów była wprost proporcjonalna do ilości dopasowań właściwego puzzla w układance. A ułożyliśmy wczoraj całe. Jakie to jest frustrująco głupie... tym bardziej irytujące, że doskonale wiem, co opisuje autor, bo ten niepochamowany popęd namiętności, który nakazuje zaspokojenie potrzeb seksualnych jest mi doskonale znany. Tyle, że wiem, że to nie jest miłość - to haj na skrajny stres, haj na ekscytację, haj na endorfiny, serotoninę, brak stabilności w relacji itp. Tak, początkowo to było coś co wywalało z trampek, bo tak jest na początku miłości, a potem powinno się unormować, tymczasem to anormalne podniecenie skacze jak cukier u diabetyka, coś pod skórą pika ostrzegawczo, że teraz, zaraz potrzebujesz zaspokoić COŚ (łatwo powiedzieć "seks", ale seksem zaspokajamy też inne potrzeby, więc to może być bardziej złożone). Ech, moim zdaniem jak ktoś nie potrafi wejść dojrzale w relacje i jest potem tak jak było u mnie i exa, jak u bohaterów "Świateł w popiołach". No więc dlatego słuchałam tego co odpierdala bohater i bohaterka i w przerwach kreśliłam mojemu chłopakowi dlaczego to jest romanskryminalny xD i dlaczego ta fabuła ma więcej wspólnego z serią "Zmierzch" - trójkąt Edward-Bella-Jackob, jak te plottwisty są podobne - Jackob tak naprawdę okazał się zakochać w kimś innym, dokładniej w dziecku Belli xD co jest krypne w uj! xD Jak mój chłopak się nie zgadzał na to przypasowanie gatunkowe to porównanie czyniłam do Bridgertonów. Uśmialiśmy się z tego.
Książki nie skończyliśmy jeszcze, została nam 1,5h słuchania i to w momencie, kiedy fabuła kryminalna zrobiła się ciekawa. Dziś mamy zamiar kończyć słuchanie do nowych puzzli - UWIELBIAM PUZZLE! To tak wyciszające zajęcie! :D Tylko kark boli xD
Uważam, że Mrozowi lepiej wychodzi pisanie scen kulminacyjnych, samej akcji. Z tego co do tej pory przeczytałam jego pióra wszystkie książki tak na poziomie 1/4 licząc od końca są bardzo wciągające, bardzo wartkie, dające dużo funu.
Z fabułą w środku mam problem - najgorsza zgroza jaką typ jest w stanie wymyślić w ramach komórki rodzinnej (na ile czytałam o tym) to zdrada małżeńska i case zakazanej miłości między bohaterami nie mogącymi być ze sobą, bo są w związkach z kimś innym. Raz czy dwa to byłoby faktycznie tematem wartym eksploracji, tym czasem ta zdrada - w relacji, w romansie, w małżeństwie jest wałkowana i wałkowana... {nie jestem na bieżąco dokładnie z Chyłką, ale kibicuję, że ona i Kordian przynajmniej nie robią siebie wzajemnie na boku, bo fajni są.] W czytanej "Światła w popiołach" dochodzi moim zdaniem do absurdalnej sytuacji w której bohaterowie - wszyscy ci istotni! - okazują się mieć dokładnie taką samą moralność. Wszyscy są gotów zaakceptować zdrady, wszyscy jednocześnie kogoś kochają, mają podobną ocenę wartości uświęcających środku, a już najśmieszniejsze jest, że bohaterka, która zdradza męża od 4 tomów ma mu za złe, że ma przed nią sekrety xD
To jest tak głupie i dziecinne... Rozumiem, gdyby chodziło o jeden trójkąt miłosny, ale tu mowa o wszystkich istotnych bohaterach. I w takim momencie gdzieś temat się oswaja i zastanawiasz się, jako czytelnik czy rzeczywiście zdrada małżeńska faktycznie BOLI w świecie przedstawionym czy jest po prostu figurą w związku w tej społeczności - coś jak we współczesnej Japonii czy Francji Ludwika XVI? Że tak długo jest to okay, jeżeli w komórce podstawowej nic się nie zmienia, a współmałżonek nie wie z kim urządzasz fiki-miki na boku? A jak to wyjdzie na jaw to nie tyle największym problemem jest wyrządzenia olbrzymiej i nieodwracalnej krzywdy partnerowi/partnerce (a tym dla znakomitej większości społeczeństwa w tym obszarze kulturowym jest zdrada w związku) co właśnie pośpieszne uciszenie plotek, by się nie rozeszło, by wygodny status quo - wspólne życie w małżeństwie z kochankami na boku - nie musiał zostać naruszony, by nie musieć omawiać tego co do tej pory było nienazwane i czego współmałżonek domyślał się lub nie, ale co generalnie wybaczy, bo ważniejsze są pozory.
Nie wiem czy Mróz to dostrzega?
No, naiwne to i głupie, kiedy masz bohaterów z różnych warstw społecznych, z różnym tłem, kapitałem kulturowym, ale wszyscy mają tą samą moralność.
Ale córeczka głównego bohatera jest fajnie napisana. Miło się tą osobę czyta. :D
Dziś idę zostawić umowy szefowi, nadać paczkę, pracować. Po pracy gotowanie obiadu i nauka - duuuuuuuużo nauki. Ech...
Egzaminy się zbliżają.
W tym tygodniu również moja mami ma wernisaż swoich prac - na Uniwersytecie Trzeciego Wieku. MEGA się cieszę! Tak bardzo mnie cieszy, że zaczęła czynnie uczestniczyć w spełnianiu marzeń - własnych, tych, które snuła z myślą o swojej starości jeszcze przed wypadkiem, wylewem i wszystkimi operacjami. Ech... Wzrusz.
Mam do wykonania jeszcze trzy swoje projekty (jeden konkurs musiałam opuścić - wyleciał mi piątek przez uczulenie na hennę, całe popołudnie przespałam, potem sobotę odchorowałam, a potem usiadłam do nauki - mam dużo nauki, nie zdążę nauczyć się do 2 egzaminów, ogarnąć chorego pieska i jeszcze znaleźć przestrzeń na kreatywny design na open calla): 1 to po prostu praca na konkurs, a dwa pozostałe to projekty dla rodziny:
Dla moich krewnych robię album ze zdjęciami podsumowujący cały rok 2023 - a myślę, że z uwagi, że rodzina powiększyła się o aż 2 nowych członków w zeszłym roku to ten album będzie jednak po pierwsze wielki, a po drugie chcę go zrobić DOBRZE (sama muszę zrobić sobie podsumowanie, bo mam wiele wątków do rzeczowego opisania - to był ciężki rok, przejechał mnie, ale "stoję na raz, ze słońcem twarzą w twarz" :D). Oczywiście mówiąc "album" (ze zdjęciami) mam tak naprawdę na myśli podobnie jak rok wcześniej wykonanie kroniki życia mojej rodziny (tylko mojej podstawowej komórki: mama i tata, ja i O., moja sis i jej mąż). I podobnie jak rok temu wydrukuję ten album w formie fotoksiążki, w twardej oprawie, w 3 egzemplarzach. Miałam to zrobić pod choinkę - nie zążyłam....
Natomiast dla rodziny mojego partnera mam do wykonania serię komunikacji wizualnej dla eventu "50-te urodziny" moich teściów :P - jedziemy na wyprawę, wspólnie (początkowo mieli jechać tylko z dziećmi, a potem wciągnięto na pokład mnie i Szwagra nr 2). Planuje przygotować logo, koszulki z własnym nadrukiem dla wszystkich (przy tym ja i Szwagier nr 2 dostaniemy takie z napisem "support team", mam nadzieję, że uznają to za równie zabawne, jak jest to zabawne dla mnie), może czapki basebalówki i parciane torby. Takie "podstawowe gadżety" eventowe, ale stworzone specjalnie pod temat urodzin moich teściów. Mam pomysł i wiem jak to widzę. Teraz muszę to narysować w kilku wersjach, a potem wynająć pracownię do sitodruku i nadrukować grafiki. MOOOOOŻE przy okazji wykonam plakat - będę miała od razu "z głowy" kwestię zaliczenia z jednego przedmiotu (w sobotę podejrzałam program zaliczeniowy - ostatnie zadanie, takie na luty, do zdania, to właśnie wykonanie plakatu reklamującego jakieś wydarzenie/event).
Mam nadzieję, że spodoba się im mój pomysł - wszystkim. Własnej rodziny jest pewna, wiem, że będą zachwyceni oglądając taką fotoksiążkę. Wiem, że to dla nich frajda i jak tylko wspomniałam, że proszę ich o przesłanie zdjęć to zapalili się do pomysłu.
Reakcji rodziny mojego partnera nie jestem pewna - sami są bardzo kreatywni, na pewno coś wymyślą fajnego na ten wyjazd. Boję się, że narzucę moim pomysłem jakiś ton, którego nie chcą... O. mówi, ze jest ok. Ja się cykam.
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